While in NYC, I visited a mad-scientist-themed bar. The place was kitted out like Dr. Frankenstein's lab; every 45 minutes or so, all the electrodes and Jacob's ladders would fire up, lightning effects would begin, and a monster on a slab would lower from the ceiling on chains. The cruel bit was the bathroom...I asked its location, and an employee pointed me "down the hall and to the left". The hall in question was lined with full bookshelves, and at the end, on the left, was a door. I opened it and found myself in a mop closet. Puzzled, I asked another employee, who said "push against the second bookcase to the left". I did, and practically fell into the restroom when the bookcase opened up. That's a mean trick to play on drunks.

I'm going to Japan to have an obsessive monkey serve me shark fin soup seasoned with ground rhino horn, while a terrified captive owl or penguin looks on, ever wary of the hungry stray cat that the restaurant for some reason allowed into the place.

I'll buy a round of drinks to the first person who tells the Huffington Post that their webpages are the most gluttonous resource hogs and lag like sap...and how to fix it...and get them to fix it...and keep it that way.

Some of those are pretty cool. I'd definitely check out the baobab tree or the cave.

When i was in korea, i went to a bar themed like a jail. Food was served on jail trays, booths had bars. They'd handcuff you to the table on request. The appetizers included silkworm larvae, which is common street food there.

But japan definitely has weirder bars than the ones on the list. What about the upskirt bars where waitresses don't wear underwear and the male patrons use mirrors to spy on them?

buckler:While in NYC, I visited a mad-scientist-themed bar. The place was kitted out like Dr. Frankenstein's lab; every 45 minutes or so, all the electrodes and Jacob's ladders would fire up, lightning effects would begin, and a monster on a slab would lower from the ceiling on chains. The cruel bit was the bathroom...I asked its location, and an employee pointed me "down the hall and to the left". The hall in question was lined with full bookshelves, and at the end, on the left, was a door. I opened it and found myself in a mop closet. Puzzled, I asked another employee, who said "push against the second bookcase to the left". I did, and practically fell into the restroom when the bookcase opened up. That's a mean trick to play on drunks.

Jekyll and Hydes! I love that place!

Wait... why am I remembering bars on four continents and several Pacific islands? (The bars in north Africa were lame, hence no mention)

ArcadianRefugee:xanadian: FTFA: Everything at Minus 5 is made of ice, from the walls to the seats to the very glass you'll drink from, although supposedly the name is misleading -- it's a balmy 23 degrees inside!

HELPFUL ADVICE FOR THE MENTALLY-CRIPPLED:They don't give a damn about your race or your religious beliefs. Just bring green money & weed. (or enough money to by Red Stripe, rum or some weed)Also, there are friendly black people here. So by all means, stay the fark away if you are a prick. I don't want you gettin' the stink of assholiness all over my watering hole.